C.Pierre - Quarantined Smoke (Freestyle)

I’m from the corner
Where you niggas cannot go
Fuck around and play with me
I swear my dawg will let blow
Big glock to ya head
You fuck around we let it blow
Smoke uhm up leave uhm ded
We Spread his brain across the floor
We on we on we on smoke
I don’t care we can link up
On the road
Handguns Smith & Wesson they gone blow
No my dawgs ain’t shy let him know
Had to hang the boots 018
I wasn’t with the games
Now they say I’m looking leeen
I think they know I’m pushing weight
Still rolling with felons
I’m sorry momma I couldn’t change
Still hop in a fast car with my dawg
I do the race
Swear to god I ain’t stopping
I’m sick and tired of catching case
We just met uhm dawn
My dawg tried slap him in his face
I Said fuck All the contact imma shoot uhm in the face
Let my trigger finger tweak
And watch them bullet eliminate
We on we on we on smoke
I don’t care we can link up
On the road
handguns Smith & Wesson the gone they gone blow
No my dawg ain’t shy they uhm know
Used to some shoot points
But now I point and shoot
And make you bleed
Ye I’m from the north
Lil boy they like to listen
When I speak
When I tell ehm to go
Watch how they gone creep
They gone kick down doors
Shoot you in yo sleep
If yo Momma crying
Fuck it we gone pay
Her not to speak
And if her husband
Asking questions
Uno we gone have to speak
Shoot that fuck nigga
In the face what you didn’t know
A corner don’t speak
Bullets ripping through Body
had knock uhm out his sneaks
Cocked one in so Please don’t try
Ye quick with the release
Was in the Court,field trap
Made the jump like 23
Caught an assault case
Ye I dropped them bands now I’m free
Had to switch my lane
Now I’m rapping on the beat
Ye I’m repping north side
Still got niggas in east
Hard head muffucka
Used to throw hands In tyt
throw it like money may
Oh ye I’m knocking out your teeth
Better step back lil fuck boy
The right hook’ll make u sleep
I’m from the corner
Where you niggas cannot go
Fuck around and play with me
I swear my dawg will let blow
Big glock to ya head
You fuck around we let it blow
Smoke uhm up leave uhm dead
We Spread his brain across the floor
We on we on we on smoke
I don’t care we can link up
On the road
Handguns Smith & Wesson the gone they gone blow
No my dawgs ain’t shy they let uhm know
On gang
ASIDE TO THE WORLD AND BACK

Written by:
Chris Sombete

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